You: Gorgeous, dramatic features. Lush, grand curves with steep, fun lines.
Me: Just a stranger passing through.
We crossed paths this past winter and I find myself in your area again. I've tried to make myself approachable, hoping you would notice me, but I guess I can't keep up. I just want to share an adventure or two and I thought you would be more inviting now that you're dressed for summer, all flirty and flowery. It's clear now that I'm not going to catch your attention unless I get more aggressive. I know I'm just one of a hundred dudes trying to have a little fun, but could you give me a sign before it's too late?
There are a lot of Christian summer camps in this part of the Rockies and, on the days between camps, the guides all come into the coffee shop to get their Facebook fix and load up on mochas and pastries. I've asked these kids about their programs and they keep it pretty vague (lots of knowing looks and pregnant pauses). There seems to be this expectation that I know what goes on out there ...and maybe nothing really goes on. Maybe they hike and camp and climb and pray and that's the end of it. I wonder if people react the same way when I say I've lived in a co-op. I know what that entails, but I guess I've never had anyone really ask me for details. Have you heard the word of Kord?
So it turns out that shopping on Zappos.com has given me key work experience for my shipping and receiving job. I can pack up and tape boxes, and print and attach UPS labels like a pro. Scott Frye would be proud.
Theme song for the summer:
Me: Just a stranger passing through.
We crossed paths this past winter and I find myself in your area again. I've tried to make myself approachable, hoping you would notice me, but I guess I can't keep up. I just want to share an adventure or two and I thought you would be more inviting now that you're dressed for summer, all flirty and flowery. It's clear now that I'm not going to catch your attention unless I get more aggressive. I know I'm just one of a hundred dudes trying to have a little fun, but could you give me a sign before it's too late?
There are a lot of Christian summer camps in this part of the Rockies and, on the days between camps, the guides all come into the coffee shop to get their Facebook fix and load up on mochas and pastries. I've asked these kids about their programs and they keep it pretty vague (lots of knowing looks and pregnant pauses). There seems to be this expectation that I know what goes on out there ...and maybe nothing really goes on. Maybe they hike and camp and climb and pray and that's the end of it. I wonder if people react the same way when I say I've lived in a co-op. I know what that entails, but I guess I've never had anyone really ask me for details. Have you heard the word of Kord?
So it turns out that shopping on Zappos.com has given me key work experience for my shipping and receiving job. I can pack up and tape boxes, and print and attach UPS labels like a pro. Scott Frye would be proud.
Theme song for the summer:
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